(Intro x8)
Whoa
(Hook x10)
Whoa
(Verse: Capo)
That bitch seen my bankroll, she was like whoa
I know she want to glo up baby, I ain't talkin' bout yo clothes
Girl get the fuck out my face if ya ain't trying to go
Can't beef with a broke nigga, I'm about my bankrolls
First time she seen me like whoa
And when a opp see me, I'ma up that fifty like whoa
Run up on me, get back like whoa
And it's too many of ya'll bout two of ya'll getting poled
Gettin' poled like whoa
And all that money and them clothes from the go, man that shit ain't yos
Got the Glock seventeen that blow
It'll blow like whoa
Thots wearin' they best friend Prada, girl know them not yos
Lookin' at ya'll like whoa
And we did want twenty, now we want 55 for a show
Pull up on us like whoa
And if ya ain't got our money, we ain't showin' up to no shows
Whoa Whoa
(Hook x10)
(Verse 2: Tadoe)
That bitch hit my dope, that bitch choke
I told that bitch don't fuck, I want throat
But bitch after this top, ya got to go
I just blew some racks at the store
Can't shot at JB's, not no mo'
Just spent 50 hundred on this blow
Trappin' all summer till it snow
All white 40's on the floor
All white mansion look like coke
Just got a hunnid bricks, fresh off the boat
They gon' super quick, connect like whoa
And these fuck niggas know I tote
I do a drill while she roll my smoke
This kickback from this nickel, I'm like whoa
I send some shots, I almost hit his throat
That fuck nigga lucky I was off this four
I come back in the mornin', won't miss no mo'
She seen me in the store, spendin' rolls
She know I see I'm conscious bout my clothes
I'm smokin' three, this shit got me like
(Hook x10)
